Hanahaki heart (country humans fanfiction)

before we begin

Before this story begins, I have some things to address.

First things first, I think I should teach the uneducated in this topic what hanahaki is. Hanahaki is a desise of one sided love. If you love someone/some people whom don't love you back, you cough up the favourite flowers of the person/people you love. It kills you within a few days or tortures you for months before it kills you. The flowers can be surgically removed but you are left loveless and nearly emotionless for the rest of your life. The only truly humane ways to get rid of the desise is for either the victim to give up loving them leaving the flowers to torture them for life or for the victims lover to love them back so the flowers wilt and the most your left with are the scars.

Second things second, I have written a small parody song using the song Идеальный мир (Ideal world) by Sergey lazarev as a base for music. You can either open 2 tabs and find the instrumental and read the lyrics below in time to the music or just... read the words. The songs down there either way for you to listen to.

Ok. Here are the words. Skip to the bold underlined italics text if you cant be bothered to read it. I honestly don't mind.

In my room on every dark ridden day,
Thinking of you as you never return,
Though just outside I can never talk to you,
The hatred in you mirrors the love that I hold,
Time passes by about a month gone by
You still refuse to talk as my scars multiply,
But still in my heart my love remains strong,
To my lacking friends and family.

One sided, love sickness in my heart
One sided love, the cause if hanahaki heart

Flower are rising through my stomach and my throat,
Hanahaki, hanahaki heart,
Your taste in flowers is what's tearing me apart,
My hanahaki heart,
Flower are rising through my stomach and my throat,
Hanahaki, hanahaki heart,
Your taste in flowers is what's tearing me apart,
My hanahaki heart,

Much more time passes your care is growing thin,
The condition might seem small, but is death a favoured end?
I could just cure it by cutting all the folwes clean,
But is it worth a loveless life till the end?
Time passes by another month flashes on,
You still refuse to talk as my flowers multiply,
But still in my heart my love beats on so strong,
To my faded friends and family

One more bloom, of my death bouquet
One sided love, is my reason of decay,

Flower are rising through my stomach and my throat,
Hanahaki, hanahaki heart,
Your taste in flowers is what's tearing me apart,
My hanahaki heart,
Flower are rising through my stomach and my throat,
Hanahaki, hanahaki heart,
Your taste in flowers is what's tearing me apart,
My hanahaki heart,

Hanahaki heart!

My hanahaki heart.

Flower are rising through my stomach and my throat,
Hanahaki, hanahaki heart,
Your taste in flowers is what's tearing me apart,
My hanahaki heart,
Flower are rising through my stomach and my throat,
Hanahaki, hanahaki heart,
Your taste in flowers is what's tearing me apart,
My hanahaki heart,

You done up there or did ya skip? Eh. I'm fine with it either way.

And that's it. That's the song lyrics I changed up.

Third things third, an actual important thing. I would like to set the stage and its performers.

First up, the characters that shall be featured 100% will be Russia, America, Belarus and Ukraine.

Character that might appear from time to time will be Czechia, Slovakia, Greece, Cyprus, Germany, Poland, Australia and Kazakhstani. This is only a maybe so dont expect them to be there.

All other countries will not be included unless I find room.

As for setting, the characters live in depending on their family. They are adults and the only living parent is Britain. I think. Things may change.

Last things last, I hope I dodnt bore you with this introduction and I hope you enjoy this book.